The Hemlock Dagger

Engulfed by the pitch darkness,

Amidst an eerie loneliness,

I dwell, smothered in sorrow and guilt,

In the ruins of the palace I had built.

Brushing me aside like a broken feather,

Despite my efforts to keep things together,

You eluded, actualizing my deepest fears,

The pillow gets drenched in silent tears.

Putting on a mask to hide my folly,

Appearing everywhere as jovial and jolly,

I'm shattered inside, struggling to survive...

Gradually sinking, with no hope to revive.

A spirited soul, once full of life,

Now wanders around, wounded by a knife.

Screaming for help thr

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ough his silence,

Exhausted by the ongoing emotional violence.

I'm longing for a shoulder to share the weights,

A soothing voice to break all floodgates,

A caring soul who wouldn't get annoyed,

A loving heart to fill this emotional void.

Standing on one end of the broken bridge,

Tempted to jump off the dangerous ridge,

I'm tired of treading on a path so slippery,

Perhaps it's time to end all this misery...

Slashing the radial artery, on a dusk so gray,

The crimson fluid erupts, draining life away...

As the curtains close in front of my eyes,

It's time to say the final goodbye...